What I learned at home last weekend
There is a family photo (thought not of my biological line, if you care) which says on the back "Who is the colored Gentleman?" You'd think, if that was your attitude, that you'd remember.
When in the proper situation I am absolutely capable of saying, without irony, "This is like spittin' on a fire and we can do sumpin' better." I had no idea. I feel like I don't even know myself anymore. It doesn't help that the proper situation involves the shoveling and spreading of dirt.
My Pappy loves to drink, and I look up to him, but I could probably stand to love to drink less than he does.
If you do something really awesome, like Tractor Races, with a little kid, you stand a good shot at becoming Cool Uncle Asa, even if you're technically a second cousin. Other kids, who you haven't done cool things with, will lie and say they know you just to avoid lengthy stories about who you are and how tall they were the last time you saw them. I wish I had thought of that.
There are still people, and I can't believe they can recognize me, who tell me they haven't seen me since I was "this high" wherein "this high" is "barely walking, or below."
When in the proper situation I am absolutely capable of saying, without irony, "This is like spittin' on a fire and we can do sumpin' better." I had no idea. I feel like I don't even know myself anymore. It doesn't help that the proper situation involves the shoveling and spreading of dirt.
My Pappy loves to drink, and I look up to him, but I could probably stand to love to drink less than he does.
If you do something really awesome, like Tractor Races, with a little kid, you stand a good shot at becoming Cool Uncle Asa, even if you're technically a second cousin. Other kids, who you haven't done cool things with, will lie and say they know you just to avoid lengthy stories about who you are and how tall they were the last time you saw them. I wish I had thought of that.
There are still people, and I can't believe they can recognize me, who tell me they haven't seen me since I was "this high" wherein "this high" is "barely walking, or below."
2 Comments:
That Family Photo with the uncouth line is definitely going into a future Junk Science issue. I mean, it just has to. We'd be fools to ignore something that unintentionally hilarious/brilliant.
" I feel like I don't even know myself anymore."
I can relate. I had one of those moments the other day while having lunch with some trainees in town from Connecticut. Me and a Coworker were going on and on about people we knew and what they did on such and such film and I realized that the trainees were really quiet. I felt a little akward and had kind of moment of stepping outside myself and feeling strangely disconnected from who I was. I said, ' You know, 10 years ago, I never would have thought I'd ever have this conversation... About people I know making movies and stuff. It's kind of surreal.' that sort of thought happens a lot. Like I can't reconcile my old life with my new one quite rightly. And I always wonder if that feeling will ever go away.
Is this what they mean by Identity Crisis? ;)
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